I believe in religion against the religious; in the pitifulness of orisons, and in the sublimity of prayer.
To die is nothing; but it is terrible not to live.
To pay compliments to the one we love is the first method of caressing, a demi-audacity venturing. A compliment is something like a kiss through a veil.
Intelligence is the wife, imagination is the mistress, memory is the servant.
The sewer is the conscience of the city.
A little girl without a doll is almost as unhappy, and quite as impossible, as a woman without children." from chapter VIII of Les Miserables